Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2011 21:47:28 -0800 (PST) From: Jay Cee <gaymalesex_99@yahoo.com> Subject: The Adventures of C. Breeze (Chapter 6) The Adventures of C. Breeze This Story Is Total Fiction!!!!! Chapter 6 Chris Brown woke up still naked in the back of the Sherif's Police car with the Sherif laying in bewteen his legs, sleep. Then he hears a light knock on the window above him. He looks up and sees Laz. Laz: Come on. (opens the car door, and pulls Chris from under the Sherif) Time to go. Chris felt relieved to hear that, but he always knew there was a catch. So they rode home in Laz's Lamberginii. Completely naked, unsatisfied, and tired, Chris then started being more blunt. Laz: Okay, as soon as we get to the house I got some things for you to take care of. I'mma need you to give your bare sexy ass body to tonight. See, I'm doing an album now, don't hurt for you to sing back up. Need to since you think you can have all this stardom. Need to sit your ass down. Chris: Let me out. Laz: What? Chris: You heard me! I said let me out! I'm so tired of your ass! Laz: Oh I will when I tell you to! Since you wanna hoe around! Fuck every nigga you see! Why not take advantange of you? Ha! Your gonna get it anyways. And since you wanna run your mouth, and talk big boss with me... (he pulls over on the express way and pulls his his cock out the fly) Then you can suck my dick like the rest of them fuckers. In Hollywood, that's how you network baby. So come on! Suck my dick bitch! Chris looked at him furiously, and took a risk no one would take in his position. He openned the door, and ran bare naked in the moon light down the express way. Laz looked at him as he ran with his mouth open. He drove his car right next to him and tried to convense him to come in the car. Laz: WHAT THE FUCK YOU THINK YOUR DOING!? GET YOUR DUMB ASS IN THIS CAR NOW! Chris: NO! I'M TIRED OF BEING YOUR BITCH! I'M TIRED OF CLOSING ALL THESE DAMN DEALS FOR YOU WHEN YOU KNOW DAMN WELL YOU DON'T NEED THEM! I'M TIRED OF EVERYTHING! GIVE ME MY DAMN FREEDOM & I'LL GET IN THIS CAR! Laz: (looking at him furiously and tthen the road) Okay. Since you want your freedom. Laz drove away as Chris ran into the bushes. He couldn't believe it what just happened. At least he thought to himself that he finally got what he wanted, until he realized he didn't know what he wanted to do next. So lost in the argument he finally got what he wanted but not exactly how he wanted it. It's 4:00am and his phone was back at Hosea Chanchez's hotel room when he seduced him to get naked and fuck him senseless so after, not knowing it was for Laz while Laz took jealous photos of the hunk naked for taking the last good reserved seats in the box office at the SuperBowl. Chris couldn't go back cause he know he's sleep at the hotel. The first move he made was running over the hill full of trees and found the bold city before him and not only that but Hosea's hotel right across the street. He froze as in not knowing how to play this off with no close. ------------------------------------------ Trey heart sunk when he saw Soulja Boy Tell' Em at the front of the exit waiting for him to get in his limo. Soulja: Hey baby. (smiling) Trey: (look at him evil and rolled his eyes) Let's go.... Soulja: (as they exit & catches up to Trey as Trey passed down the run way furiously) Come on! You still mad at me for pulling your hair out!? Ha! It was an accident! Trey: You didn't have to fuck me that hard! Soulja: You asked for it! And I swear! Your acting like a Diva! Trey: Okay. It's too late to be arguing out here, okay? Let's take this into the limo? Soulja: Fine with me. As they entered the limo, they were shocked to see and hear Romeo climaxing into Hill Harper's mouth with quick thrusts and a loud moan. When he was done, Hill raised his head and with his mouth full, smiled and waved at Trey. Trey waved back with his "WHAT THE FUCK!?" look. Soulja Noy was laughing. Soulja: Hahaha! We didn't take that long did we!? Romeo: Na.. As soon as you left, I whipped it out and here we are. Trey: (looking at Romeo's soft and wet cock) I see that... Soulja: Don't act like your so surprised. We know how you get down. (They all laugh) Trey: Yeah. whatever nigga. I need to get updated. So who got exposed? who fucked who? details, details.. Hill: Well, Hosea Chanchez got exposed, and he is packing. Mmmph! Bout to get all up in that when I depart from ya'll. Let me search it up for you. Trey: Damn! Well, I knew that would happen. The risky times me and him fucked, he had it coming. What else? Soulja: You got out of jail. Trey: Nigga shut up! (they all laugh) Romeo: Shit. Hill gave me head, Jamie Foxx & Jensen Atwood fucking on the Hollywood Low... Hill: Shaq gave me some of that long, thick, wet poll of his. (he then looks over at Romeo that's looking at him as in "ENOUGH") My bad. Baby, you know I gotta get me some. Romeo: Shit. How much? You always getting some. I'm already drained. Hill: Shit. Cause I know how to network with these big named guys while you fucking your daddy's down low little friends. Romeo: Don't make me tell the drive to drop your ass off. Soulja: HOLD ON! First of all, only I can do that. Second, ya'll need to stop fucking around and start making amends (Trey then looks at him weird) Romeo: Yeah man, but you know how Hill is sometimes. Can't keep his legs closed for shit. Hill: Like you can't keep you dick in your pants. That python better not be loaded with venem. Romeo: And you wait until after I shoot in your mouth? You sure those barrys aint poisonist that your sitting on? As Hill was about to say somthing, the driver openned the door to Soulja's mansion. They all get out and walk and talk the rest of the way as Trey admire Soulja's beautiful household. The butler greets them and takes their coats and shoes. Trey couldn't believe it. He wondered the building with obvious admirement. Soulja noticed it and gave him a tour around as Hill and Romeo played video games by the guess room in the basement. The tour went so far that it lead into Soulja's huge bedroom with a big beautiful balcony. Soulja: I'm 'bout to take a shower, if you don't mind. Trey: (gazing at the night sky through the balacony window) Go right ahead. Soulja: (walks behind Trey) You know, you can go on the balcony. Trey: (embarresed) Why not? *chuckles* Trey stepped back as Soulja oppened the doors for him to see the big blue night sky that hovers just overs the back of Soulja's mension. Showing off his car collection, swimming pool, etc. Trey was amazed at Soulja's fortune but not that surprised. He encounted situations like this but Soulja had everything well put together hen the others. He wonders onto the balcony hypnotized, not hearing Soulja's shower going. With that, he gazed on how he got this far and it wasn't so good for him until now. No one cared enough to come bail him out, even though he knew he could've made it as far as he got in jail. No one actually took them to their place and not even a second of being in there he had his lips wrapped on their dick. Being how he usually was he would've been having his legs spread at this very moment for the highest bidder to plow his ever glowing hole. He still could'nt believe what was going on. Then his phone rang in his pocket, it was Chris Brown. His feelings came back. All his feelings towards him clashed with his feelings for Soulja that were devloping in that moment but it didn't stop him from answering. He ran to Soulja's bed. Trey: CHRIS! Chris: (whispers) Hey bro. I need you right now. Can you come get me? Trey: Okay man, where you at? Chris: I'm at Hosea's hotel room! Nigga drunk crazy since them photos leaked, especially when I got here! Trey: Oh shit! What happened? Chris: First he wanted to beat my ass. Then he wanted to fuck me so we fucked cause his rage is just so sexy but at the sametime I don't like his S&M cause then he was ready to pull my body apart. Nigga, I'm naked okay *cries*. I'm stranded, no place to go, This nigga won't let me leave. He's literally guarding the door with a AK nigga. I can't move. He knows I'm in the area but he won't find me cause he knows once he leaves that door, I'm out of this bitch. I'm too quick for this nigga. Trey. Listen! Your on the other side of town! Your gonna have to try and get out of that appartment while we on our way! It's gonna be a minute! Chris: Okay, just please - (a vace burts right next to him) Hosea: IF YO BITCH ASS DON'T SHOW YOUR FACE, I'M CALLING THE COPS FOR TRESPASSING! FUCKING FAGGET! Chris: Just hurry, quick! Trey: Okay! Trey gets up and truend around to get Soulja to give him a ride but as soon as he do, he see's Soulja Standing there taking pictures with nothing but his robe on in the mirror. Trey: Bab- I mean DeAndre! You gotta take me somewhere, it's an emergency. Soulja: Yeah... (takes his robe off) it is an emergency. So where you wanna take me? (This was hard for Trey 'cause he never resisted dick before, but then he pulls back into reality) Trey: Not now.. I need you to - (Soulja flops his hard 10inch cock up and down with no hands) Come on, dawg. I'm serious. Chris is in trouble. Soulja: Shit. Can it wait? I'm so solid right now. (grabs Trey's hand and places it on his cock) feel it. (As Trey feels it, he moves to Soulja's balls and grips them real hard causing Soulja to weaken) Trey: Is that why you bailed me out!? So we can be lovers or some shit!? So you can fuck me again?! Your the reason I had to cut my hair! And yeah, here we go! Soulja: (softly and hurtingly) Look. The reason I bailed you out was - Trey: So I can owe you, huh? So you can blow my back out again like the rest of these Hollywood so called "Homeboys"? You know what!? Fuck you! I don't need you! Soulja: (falls to the ground as Trey let his balls go) Wait! Trey: Too late mothafucker! Trey then goes through Soulja's Drawers and steals one of the keys to his cars. He ran down the stairs and out the back door when he found it after Soulja gained the strenth to putting his robe on and meeting Trey while Trey got in his Cadellac. Soulja: You don't have to do this man! Trey: WHY THE FUCK NOT!? MY BEST FRIEND IS HELD HOSTAGE AND YOU THINKING ABOUT IS FUCKING! Soulja: Not That. (unlocks the safety to his BMW closer to the drive way) in that car. (Trey gets out and meets eyes with Soulja) Soulja: Which hotel is it? Trey: Finches's Finest. Soulja: I know where that's at. I'll meet you there when I get dressed and the crew. (places his keys in Trey's hands as Trey ran to the car, get's in and pulls off) -------------------------------- Chris is now on the other side of the table. Him and Hosea as naked as the day but Hosea was hungry for some action, and it wasn't sex. When Chris left the room near Hosea, he kicked him in the face and threw the AK out the window. Since then Hosea was hounding him down like a monster. First when he finds Chris he rubs his cock against his ass that cause Chris to run and Hosea chased him with all stamina. Chris was getting tired, and was still trying to find ways out. Now here they are, on one table and he's on the other. Hosea: YOU WANNA FUCKING PLAY AROUND!? HUH!?????????? Chris: HOSEA! I'M SORRY! Hosea: NOT AS SORRY WHEN I'M DONE WITH THAT ASS! Chris acted like he was going to crawl under the table and that's what Hosea did quick as Chris hopped up on the table, ran across it as Hosea as far behind him chasing him down living room into the hallway. 6:30 in the morning and Chris was being hounded by a maniac. Hosea was sad, upset, frustrated with the online smart comments and positive remarks on how his dick looked and everything. He couldn't take the media anymore with the embarrassing comments and questions. He took everything out of anger, bumped into the source, and instead of ignoring it, he wanted to kill it on the spot but yet wanted to fuck his pretty ass one more time. All his emotions were mixed and he didn't know how to control them. Then they ended up in the mens room. Chris hit in one of the 6 stalls in the bathroom. Hosea started burtsing the doors open one by one, dangerously getting close to Chris' stall. He tried his hardest to keep calm, stop crying and whining at the same time, and then his stall door opened. To Be Continued... If you have a response or any other singers/rappers that's rare on here that's well-know, send your reply to (GayMaleSex_99@yahoo.com)